DELILAH’s CHARM

I sunk to the floor, legs rapidly coming down from the intensity of my orgasm.

Reality hit, and a burning flush of shame streaked across my body. I’d just come—made myself come in front of a stranger. In front of a camera.

How did that happen?

How could I let that happen?

Before I could react to my shame by bolting from the room, I felt the cool hands of Silver stroking the unpainted skin of my calves.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just art. Beautiful art.”

“I’m smudged. It’s wrecked,” I said, looking down at the smeared petals of my p*ssy flower, deliberately avoiding Silver’s eyes.

“It’s not wrecked. It’s bloomed,” Silver said, looking up at me from between my thighs. Our eyes met just for a moment—a brief, electric moment—before Silver brought his lips to meet my paint-smeared cl*t.

He laid soft kisses, sweet gentle touches against the throbbing flesh. I was just about to reach down and push away his head when out snaked his tongue. Wet and insistent, it stroked against my cl*t.

“Oh,” I moaned, throwing my head back and crying out at the intense feelings shooting through my body from my overly sensitive cl*t.

It hurt so good. So good.

He looked up from between my thighs to see the white rise of my breasts, and it looked like he could think of nothing he’d ever wanted more in his life than to taste those breasts.

Silver crawled up across my body until his mouth came level with my pink-tipped n*ppl*s. First he trailed his tongue around the n*ppl*s, watching with delight as they puckered into hard points.

Then he clamped his lips around those points and s*ck*d until he heard my moans of pleasure. As he used his mouth, his teeth, and his tongue to tease that delicious point, I felt like I was about to explode from too much pleasure.

His mouth and fingers worked both my breasts and had me writhing, arching my back up and crying out.

Silver released my breast with a wet pop, and I was panting heavily.

He was gorgeous, so hot, so s*xy that I was possessed with the need to kiss him. Reaching up and looping my hand around his neck, I claimed his mouth—first sinking my teeth into his bottom lip before swooping my tongue into his mouth. Silver moaned, the sound resonating deep in his throat.

When we broke the kiss, his head dipped between my legs again, teasing my cl*t.

Then his whole mouth came down to s*ck on the little organ—lips, teeth, and tongue working me, working me hard.

My knees bent, I pushed, grinding my p*ssy down against those luscious lips of his.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked between long licks of my c*nt.

“I want your c*ck.”

“How much do you want my c*ck, baby?”

“Want it… so much… I want…” I panted out as I writhed beneath his mouth.

“Please…”

“What do you want, darling? Tell me. Tell me.”

Silver watched my face as I spoke, his eyes dark with pleasure. “I want you f*ck me so hard. I want you to f*ck my p*ssy with fervor until I come.”

I felt a rush of wet heat settle to throb between my legs at my words.

I heard Silver straighten, though his hungry eyes never left my p*ssy. In a hurry, his black jeans unbuckled, hanging low on his hips. He’d brought his hard c*ck out, pushing his briefs down until they sat under his balls.

“I can’t hold on anymore. I need to f*ck you.”

He had a hand gripped around the turgid stem, his thumb slicking across the wet tip. His eyes were on my fingers, watching them as I worked them against my cl*t.

Silver laughed, removed my hand, and positioned his body right between my legs. “Impatient, are we, my love?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Need to c*m.”

“Then c*m you shall,” Silver said as he stroked his thick c*ck, holding a red pack in his other hand.

“Can I… can I please?” he asked, and I looked down between my legs to see Silver’s condom-sheathed c*ck butting up against my p*ssy.

“Yes. Oh yes,” I answered, and Silver thrust into me with one rough push. “F*ck!”

His hands moved to my hips, gripping with command and control. With his fingers biting into my flesh, he levered my p*ssy against his thrusting c*ck—over and over—his balls hitting my cl*t.

I could hear him grunt each time his c*ck bottomed out deep in my p*ssy. My wail of orgasm came from deep within, feeling as if it came all the way from my toes.

My p*ssy clenched over and over, the contractions almost painful in their intensity.

Spent and panting, I was liquid, languid, malleable. Silver controlled me, manipulated my body for his needs. He pulled me back, slamming me against his hips. Pushing his c*ck deep within until, with a hoarse cry, he stiffened, holding me tight against his pelvis as he came.

Electric pleasure conducted from my cl*t, shooting down my clamped thighs and up to the tips of my peaked n*ppl*s.

Moving his hips achingly slow, Silver pressed down a finger on that wet sl*t, mixing our private juices and smearing the paint from my body until we were both stained pink.

I thrashed beneath him, arching, writhing, trembling, gripping his back until my fingers bit deep into the flesh of his smooth skin.

“Yes. Yes! Yes!” I cried out, my head whipping from side to side. “I’m coming… coming!”

A guttural wail erupted from Silver as his strokes became sloppy. I arched up and became rigid, my orgasm wracking through my body along with his.

“F*ck! Baby…!”

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

After his orgasm he collapsed on me and kissed me gently. “What’s your name again?”

“Delilah,” I let out softly, still coming down from my orgasm high.

“Delilah,” he repeated. “I don’t think I’m ever letting you go.”